Looper

Time travel has not yet been invented.

But 30 years from now,

it will have been.

It will be instantly out/awed,

used only in secret

by the largest criminal organizations.

It's nearly impossible

to dispose of a body in the future.

I'm told.

Tagging techniques, whatnot.

So when these criminal organizations

in the future need someone gone,

they use specialized assassins

in our present called loopers.

And so,

my employers in the future

nab the target.

They zap him back to me,

their looper.

He appears,

hands tied and head sacked.

And I do the necessaries.

Collect my silver.

So the target is vanished

from the future,

and I've just disposed of a body

that technically does not exist.

Clean.

How's the French?

Slow.

How's the coffee?

Burnt.

...the devil bring you into hell!

You have to heal yourself.

Two, Jed.

Hey, Joe.

Be at the club tonight?

Yeah.

Four, Jed.

Bang.

Hey, walk around.

Around the bike. I'm not kidding!

Wide around, you sh*t!

Rude! If you had a mama,

she didn't raise you right.

That's funny. I'm going to pick

your mother up later on my bike,

and I'm gonna take my blunderbuss...

Hey, Seth.

Hey, Joe.

That's new.

Yeah, thanks.

Goddamn thing

won't f***ing start.

So you going to the Belle?

- So you bought a slat bike?

- Yup.

How much that thing set you back?

How much?

I was gonna pull up in it tonight.

Well, congratulations.

You're pulling up with me instead.

Don't. If we're going in,

don't do that.

Chicks dig TKs.

They do not.

Yes, they do.

It's tacky. Don't do it.

About 10 percent of the

population has this TK mutation.

When it first appeared, everyone

thought we were gonna get superheroes.

But it turns out this was it.

Now it's a bunch of a**holes, think they're

blowing your mind floating quarters.

It's like this whole town.

Big heads, small potatoes.

Full house tonight, Joe.

We'll stick backstage.

Just meeting up.

Packing your blunderbusses?

- Hardly. Right, Seth?

- I'm with Joe.

- Just meeting up, in and out.

- Go on.

Suzie!

Hey!

You working a shift tonight?

Yeah.

Yeah?

A gat man bought me out

already for the night.

Oh.

Sweetie, I've got to work.

Hey, Joe.

What?

Zach. He's in there right now with Abe.

For what?

Closed his loop.

No sh*t?

There's a reason we're called loopers.

When we sign up for this job,

taking out the future's garbage,

we also agree

to a very specific proviso.

Time travel in the future is so illegal,

that when our employers

want to close our contracts,

they'll also want to erase any trace of

their relationship with us ever existing.

So if we're still alive

they'll find our older self,

zap him back to us,

and we'll kill him like any other job.

This is called closing your loop.

Eh, you get a golden payday,

you get a handshake,

and you get released

from your contract.

Enjoy the next 30 years.

This job doesn't tend to attract

the most forward-thinking people.

So we celebrating?

Yeah! Yeah!

Whoo!

Look out!

Sh*t.

Jesus.

F***, Joe.

Ooh, la, la.

What, fourth loop

closed this month?

Loop closed. Here we go.

Loop closed, baby!

Yeah.

Seth?

Jesus.

Shh. They could be here

any minute.

Are they here?

No. Who?

Oh, Christ. Joe, Christ!

What are you doing?

Give me the gun.

Oh, right. That's smart.

Get away from the window.

Christ, Joe.

Just quiet down.

You can protect me.

So they...

What did you do?

Oh, jeez.

This is like a nightmare.

This is a nightmare.

I knew then what he did,

so I don't know why I asked.

What did you do?

He... He was singing.

Through the gag and sack,

but I could hear the tune.

Deep memories,

my mom in a dark room,

taking care of me, singing that tune.

Once I knew he was me...

I...

Joe, I couldn't.

I couldn't. I had to see.

He told me... I remember, he told me,

there's a new holy terror boss man

in the future,

and he's closing all the loops.

The Rainmaker, they call him.

He told me it.

Then he wanted a cigarette.

So I untied him,

and he gives me this look.

And he just starts running.

I had my blunderbuss,

so I know I've got about 15 strides

till he's out of my range.

And they come and they go,

and I just watch him

till he's gone.

This is called letting your loop run.

It's not a good thing.

What do I do?

You're the only friend I've got, Joe.

You've got to help me.

You're a f***ing idiot

coming here.

You can't be here.

I'll give you some money.

Joe! A little money?

Where am I gonna go?

You hop a freight train.

You beat it the hell out of town.

Shh!

Just don't move.

Tell Court,

watch the window outside.

You got it, window.

- Kid Blue, Joe! Come on!

- Just a minute!

Open this goddamn door!

I can't do anything for you, Seth.

You've got to hide me!

Please, Joe! Hide me!

Please! Just buy me some time

and then I'll go! Please?

You gonna make

me blow this door down?

Yeah, hold on!

Please?

Move. Move.

Come on, Joe! Open up!

Jesus.

That took a while.

You think it's easy looking this good?

Tye's gonna watch your apartment

while we go have a talk with Abe.

There's coffee in the tin.

Thank you.

Give me two minutes.

Know why they call that pea shooter

of yours a blunderbuss?

Because it's impossible to hit

anything farther than 15 yards.

Impossible to miss anything closer.

It's a gun for f***-up turkeys.

Not like a gat.

A gat has range.

Accuracy.

Kid, cut it out.

Don't blow your other foot off.

F***!

What the hell is going on out there?

How you doing, Abe?

Hey, Joe.

You didn't shoot your

other foot off, did you, Kid?

All right.

My great-grandfather told my

grandfather, "Men are like spiders.

It's the little ones

you've got to be careful of."

Don't know I agree with that.

Yeah? Huh.

What the f*** did my

great-grandfather know?

This man is from the future.

He was sent back here by the mob,

a one-way ticket, to run the loopers.

That's low effort, even for Abe,

so to pass the time,

he recruited some real muscle,

the gat men. Now he runs the city.

Any other city,

that would be impressive.

How can you kids

stand to wear those chokers?

Cravats?

Ties.

Ridiculous. You're aware

we don't have a dress code?

Fashion.

You know... Well, you don't know.

The movies that you're dressing like

are just copying other movies.

These goddamn 20th century

affectations.

Do something new. Huh?

Put a glowing thing around

your neck or use rubberized...

Just be new.

Okay.

It was nice chatting with you, Abe.

I do like you, Joe.

But we're sure enough

that Seth paid you a visit.

We have to do something.

Seth?

You're expecting we're gonna

break your fingers with a hammer,

or something awful.

But I'm gonna defuse that tension right now.

That's not gonna happen.

What is gonna happen

is that I'm gonna talk for a little.

Not even that long.

And you're gonna give up

your friend.

My friend? Seth?

Sorry, I'm confused.

Well, then I'll talk a little.

You know, you were

the youngest looper I ever hired.

You looked goddamn ridiculous,

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